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I wondered who had taken them. I knew who had taken me, who had imperiously thrust the wire of his claiming leaf through the lobe of my left ear, then twisting it shut, tagging me as his property, he, Rask of Treve. What a fool I had been to taunt him as I had! Surely I had gone beyond the command Borchoff had imposed upon me. And how richly he had had his vengeance on me, exacting from me not only the profound and delicious pleasures of a slave girl, which my body had no choice but to deliver to him, but, far beyond this, he had made me piteously cry myself his, had made me yield to him, helplessly, as a devastated, ravished slave! Well had he had his vengeance! How thoroughly he had humbled the haughty slave girl, how insolently he had mastered her! I could see flames through the heavy, woven fibers of the tarn basket. Too, I could catch a glimpse of the moons. It was crowded in the basket. I was wedged in. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter )